Creepy Fic Chapter 2
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tr_ficTitle: What Hides In Plain Sight Will Get You in the Shadows, Chapter 2
Characters: Martin Kelly; Jamie Carragher, Steven Gerrard, Andy Carroll, Kenny Dalglish, Pepe Reina
Rating: PG now; higher later
Summary: Martin Kelly gets teased about his tolerance for all things supernatural. But does he have good reason to be afraid?
Words: this part: 1,382 ; Total: 2,413
A/N: More of this. :) Thank you for all those who commented on the last part, I truly appreciate your comments <33333 Again, it’s going to start out kind of slow, but please hang on with me. I’ll get you creeped out in no time ;) XD Another author’s note is at the end. :) Also, this chapter is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marie16fh who persuaded me to post this now instead of tomorrow. :)
Previous Parts: One
Martin left training with anger running through his system. He had had to endure almost the entire time dealing with Andy, Jamie, and Stevie’s teasing about what he’d said. They had teased him during training by attempting to make scary faces. They hadn’t lasted because the trio would burst out laughing.
Even the fairly easygoing Kenny had scolded them because of the way they hadn’t been paying attention to the pattern-formation technique’s he had been trying to instruct them in. Stevie had been the one to straighten up from then on, but Jamie and Andy hadn’t really heeded the gaffer’s words.
Once the training was over, everyone had heard what he had said. The entire first team was now aware that Martin Kelly, the youngest defender, was afraid of ghosts. Even some of the physio team and the coaches had heard. Martin had been mortified by the thought that King Kenny himself had been made aware of his fear. He thought for a moment that the red, burning face he’d had almost all afternoon was going to be made permanent.
Mercifully, all Kenny had said was nothing all that unusual. He had just continued with the usual post-training speech. The only thing that he’d said that made Martin blush more was the fact that he had kindly suggested Martin have a nice long shower and a peaceful night in. The look the gaffer had given him had had Martin’s eyes turning to his shoes and not moving up.
The only nice spot in the whole day had been that Pepe had been the only one that hadn’t teased him about the whole thing. He hadn’t asked him any questions either. In fact, all Pepe had done was give him a few sympathetic looks and a small smile here and there. Martin wondered why the man was being so nice about it.
He sighed and leaned back in the seat of his car. Looking up to his house, he studied the nicer-looking house. He’d been modest in his house selection when he’d finally gotten enough money to move out. He still had a very modest paycheck compared to the likes of the others on the squad, particularly Andy or Steven.
He was still pleased with his house choice. His mum and dad didn’t live all too far away; he enjoyed his family’s closeness but still reveled in his own privacy. His house wasn’t as posh as Steven’s, but it wasn’t as family-friendly as Pepe’s. He didn’t have a “man cave” like Jamie and Andy, but nor did he have the fine refinements of Joey’s posh London-furnished mansion. He didn’t have anyone to share eccentricities with like Meireles did.
What he did have, though, he enjoyed. His house was comfortable for him right now and that was good enough. It wasn’t small but it wasn’t huge either. It was enough for him; he didn’t require that much space.
Sighing, he slowly got out of his car and shut the door. He walked across the paved stones of his drive and up to the front door, fishing his keys out of his pocket. As he walked, he tried to think that he really wasn’t being paranoid. He couldn’t help it, but something about the air seemed just a little bit colder. He sighed and shrugged it off. It was getting close to winter; of course the wind was going to be cold.
Martin stepped inside and removed his jacket and immediately the sound of paws on the hardwood floor made him look up. A smile tugged on his lips and he reached down to pat the head of the white-brown head of his Welsh Springer Spaniel. The dog licked at his hand and he smiled.
“Did you miss me Macsen?” He asked softly and Macsen let out a small breath of air. Martin smiled and walked further into the house. “Let’s get some dinner, yeah?”
Martin dropped his jacket on a chair in the kitchen and started for the fridge. He knew it would be mostly empty since he hadn’t been to the store in a while. Sure enough, it was confirmed when he opened the door and only found several bottles of water, some beer, leftovers from he didn’t know how long ago, and some cheese. He shook his head at his own housekeeping skills and turned to walk towards the phone. Picking up the line, he decided that Chinese wouldn’t be a bad idea and placed his order.
Once he had finished he turned back to his dog and smiled. He bent down and began to pet Macsen for several minutes. He looked into his dog’s eyes and saw the familiar warmth there. He’d had Macsen since he was a boy and the dog had been a puppy. When he had moved out of his parent’s home, Macsen had come as well. Martin knew that he would have missed him too much to leave him behind.
“I was teased today, Macsen.” The dog whined softly and Martin rubbed behind his ears. He looked into the dog’s eyes and murmured softly, “you know why.”
Martin sighed and stood up again. He walked over to the cupboard and pulled out the dog food. He heard Macsen’s tail begin to wag with increased pace. He filled the dog bowl and changed the water and sat at the table in the kitchen.
It wasn’t something he thought back to often. He didn’t like thinking about it.
Martin had known since the question had been asked that he would begin to think to the past once he had gotten home and gotten alone. It looked that now was going to be that time. But Martin shook his head and forced himself away from the table. He walked over to the small radio he had in the kitchen and turned it on.
Macsen looked up from his food bowl and over at him with curious eyes. Martin just shook his head.
“We’re going to have some noise today Macsen. No quiet nights for a while.” Martin muttered and turned the radio up.
Martin left the kitchen and forced the thoughts away from his mind. Sometime between turning on the main stereo and starting up the stairs for those stereos, the doorbell rang. Martin turned quickly off the stairs and came back to the front door. He paid for the Chinese quickly and took it back inside.
“Eat this, then get on the Xbox and then a late night.” He muttered to himself as he walked back into the kitchen. He set his food on the counter and began to get the proper utensils from around the kitchen.
As he ate, he couldn’t help the thoughts that began to poke at the corners of his mind. It seemed that the harder he tried to ignore them, the harder they tried to pry their way into his conscious. It was exactly like when he was a boy, laying in his bed at night, he would try to keep his eyes closed and not open them no matter what he heard. But just as he had failed then, he failed to forget about those nights and the other times as well.
His mother’s warning floated to the front of his mind. Her warning shouted at him and he swallowed hard for the memory. Her concerned eyes and frightened voice told him again in his mind. He remembered that day very well and he hadn’t thought back to that summer in a very long time.
He was going to be damned if he thought about them now.
Martin forced himself to listen to the music and ignored the rest of the thoughts. His mother’s warning was the gate to a large field of past memories and experiences he never wanted to deal with again. He wasn’t going to open that door; he knew very well what would happen if he even considered going there again. He wasn’t a scared little boy that ran into his parents’ room at night; he was a man. He was a man that wasn’t going to be scared of the dark anymore.
But no matter how much he said he wasn’t scared of the dark anymore, Martin knew he would still sleep with a light on that night.
Author’s Note:
I don’t know where Martin Kelly lives, or what kind of house he lives in or for that matter who he lives with. I don’t know anything about his parents or his family life other than what can easily be found on the Internet. I also created Macsen. I don’t know if Martin ever had a pet or what, but I created Macsen. I’m not his stalker or anything so I have no idea what’s true or not. It’s fiction, so please allow me the liberties! If I make a blatant error about him, please correct me.
Characters: Martin Kelly; Jamie Carragher, Steven Gerrard, Andy Carroll, Kenny Dalglish, Pepe Reina
Rating: PG now; higher later
Summary: Martin Kelly gets teased about his tolerance for all things supernatural. But does he have good reason to be afraid?
Words: this part: 1,382 ; Total: 2,413
A/N: More of this. :) Thank you for all those who commented on the last part, I truly appreciate your comments <33333 Again, it’s going to start out kind of slow, but please hang on with me. I’ll get you creeped out in no time ;) XD Another author’s note is at the end. :) Also, this chapter is for
marie16fh who persuaded me to post this now instead of tomorrow. :)Previous Parts: One
Martin left training with anger running through his system. He had had to endure almost the entire time dealing with Andy, Jamie, and Stevie’s teasing about what he’d said. They had teased him during training by attempting to make scary faces. They hadn’t lasted because the trio would burst out laughing.
Even the fairly easygoing Kenny had scolded them because of the way they hadn’t been paying attention to the pattern-formation technique’s he had been trying to instruct them in. Stevie had been the one to straighten up from then on, but Jamie and Andy hadn’t really heeded the gaffer’s words.
Once the training was over, everyone had heard what he had said. The entire first team was now aware that Martin Kelly, the youngest defender, was afraid of ghosts. Even some of the physio team and the coaches had heard. Martin had been mortified by the thought that King Kenny himself had been made aware of his fear. He thought for a moment that the red, burning face he’d had almost all afternoon was going to be made permanent.
Mercifully, all Kenny had said was nothing all that unusual. He had just continued with the usual post-training speech. The only thing that he’d said that made Martin blush more was the fact that he had kindly suggested Martin have a nice long shower and a peaceful night in. The look the gaffer had given him had had Martin’s eyes turning to his shoes and not moving up.
The only nice spot in the whole day had been that Pepe had been the only one that hadn’t teased him about the whole thing. He hadn’t asked him any questions either. In fact, all Pepe had done was give him a few sympathetic looks and a small smile here and there. Martin wondered why the man was being so nice about it.
He sighed and leaned back in the seat of his car. Looking up to his house, he studied the nicer-looking house. He’d been modest in his house selection when he’d finally gotten enough money to move out. He still had a very modest paycheck compared to the likes of the others on the squad, particularly Andy or Steven.
He was still pleased with his house choice. His mum and dad didn’t live all too far away; he enjoyed his family’s closeness but still reveled in his own privacy. His house wasn’t as posh as Steven’s, but it wasn’t as family-friendly as Pepe’s. He didn’t have a “man cave” like Jamie and Andy, but nor did he have the fine refinements of Joey’s posh London-furnished mansion. He didn’t have anyone to share eccentricities with like Meireles did.
What he did have, though, he enjoyed. His house was comfortable for him right now and that was good enough. It wasn’t small but it wasn’t huge either. It was enough for him; he didn’t require that much space.
Sighing, he slowly got out of his car and shut the door. He walked across the paved stones of his drive and up to the front door, fishing his keys out of his pocket. As he walked, he tried to think that he really wasn’t being paranoid. He couldn’t help it, but something about the air seemed just a little bit colder. He sighed and shrugged it off. It was getting close to winter; of course the wind was going to be cold.
Martin stepped inside and removed his jacket and immediately the sound of paws on the hardwood floor made him look up. A smile tugged on his lips and he reached down to pat the head of the white-brown head of his Welsh Springer Spaniel. The dog licked at his hand and he smiled.
“Did you miss me Macsen?” He asked softly and Macsen let out a small breath of air. Martin smiled and walked further into the house. “Let’s get some dinner, yeah?”
Martin dropped his jacket on a chair in the kitchen and started for the fridge. He knew it would be mostly empty since he hadn’t been to the store in a while. Sure enough, it was confirmed when he opened the door and only found several bottles of water, some beer, leftovers from he didn’t know how long ago, and some cheese. He shook his head at his own housekeeping skills and turned to walk towards the phone. Picking up the line, he decided that Chinese wouldn’t be a bad idea and placed his order.
Once he had finished he turned back to his dog and smiled. He bent down and began to pet Macsen for several minutes. He looked into his dog’s eyes and saw the familiar warmth there. He’d had Macsen since he was a boy and the dog had been a puppy. When he had moved out of his parent’s home, Macsen had come as well. Martin knew that he would have missed him too much to leave him behind.
“I was teased today, Macsen.” The dog whined softly and Martin rubbed behind his ears. He looked into the dog’s eyes and murmured softly, “you know why.”
Martin sighed and stood up again. He walked over to the cupboard and pulled out the dog food. He heard Macsen’s tail begin to wag with increased pace. He filled the dog bowl and changed the water and sat at the table in the kitchen.
It wasn’t something he thought back to often. He didn’t like thinking about it.
Martin had known since the question had been asked that he would begin to think to the past once he had gotten home and gotten alone. It looked that now was going to be that time. But Martin shook his head and forced himself away from the table. He walked over to the small radio he had in the kitchen and turned it on.
Macsen looked up from his food bowl and over at him with curious eyes. Martin just shook his head.
“We’re going to have some noise today Macsen. No quiet nights for a while.” Martin muttered and turned the radio up.
Martin left the kitchen and forced the thoughts away from his mind. Sometime between turning on the main stereo and starting up the stairs for those stereos, the doorbell rang. Martin turned quickly off the stairs and came back to the front door. He paid for the Chinese quickly and took it back inside.
“Eat this, then get on the Xbox and then a late night.” He muttered to himself as he walked back into the kitchen. He set his food on the counter and began to get the proper utensils from around the kitchen.
As he ate, he couldn’t help the thoughts that began to poke at the corners of his mind. It seemed that the harder he tried to ignore them, the harder they tried to pry their way into his conscious. It was exactly like when he was a boy, laying in his bed at night, he would try to keep his eyes closed and not open them no matter what he heard. But just as he had failed then, he failed to forget about those nights and the other times as well.
His mother’s warning floated to the front of his mind. Her warning shouted at him and he swallowed hard for the memory. Her concerned eyes and frightened voice told him again in his mind. He remembered that day very well and he hadn’t thought back to that summer in a very long time.
He was going to be damned if he thought about them now.
Martin forced himself to listen to the music and ignored the rest of the thoughts. His mother’s warning was the gate to a large field of past memories and experiences he never wanted to deal with again. He wasn’t going to open that door; he knew very well what would happen if he even considered going there again. He wasn’t a scared little boy that ran into his parents’ room at night; he was a man. He was a man that wasn’t going to be scared of the dark anymore.
But no matter how much he said he wasn’t scared of the dark anymore, Martin knew he would still sleep with a light on that night.
Author’s Note:
I don’t know where Martin Kelly lives, or what kind of house he lives in or for that matter who he lives with. I don’t know anything about his parents or his family life other than what can easily be found on the Internet. I also created Macsen. I don’t know if Martin ever had a pet or what, but I created Macsen. I’m not his stalker or anything so I have no idea what’s true or not. It’s fiction, so please allow me the liberties! If I make a blatant error about him, please correct me.
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